Post by edwarddubin0604 on Aug 10, 2024 23:11:00 GMT -5
(Psychotic Goth is in a basement pounding on an object the intense heat makes him sweat and both his hair and clothes are matted to his face and body as he continues to pound on the object his neck and arm muscle veins are visible but he doesn't seem to mind or care.)
Psychotic Goth: "So Gavin Drake you wish to make our match an Extreme Rules Match just to prove your significance within your Empire. You want to prove yourself as a destroyer of legends all because you hate facing them."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "You think that you can just throw out a challenge to me and think I won't accept it. You think I won't accept your challenge and then you can be smug about it thinking I won't be willing to go through with it."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "You want an Extreme Rules Match Gavin Drake. Tell Mr. Blood that your challenge was accepted and I shall be in the ring staring you in the eyes and you shall see 'The King of the Goths' in his element."
(He pounds on the object harder.)
Psychotic Goth: "Oh you got lucky Gavin Drake since you needed your little buddies to defeat me. Yet can you truly defeat me without your little Empire friends to help you out."
(Psychotic Goth laughs sadistically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Are you jealous Gavin that I received the championship shot and you didn't. So you threw out a challenge at me just to satisfy your inner demons to prove you are better than anyone else."
(He roars in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "While you were in high school beating up helpless kids for their lunch money and impressing Donzig with your training under his watchful eye. I was also beating up those who assaulted my fellow goths and flying into rages until my mentor, The Shootfighter, took me under his wing and trained me to become a professional wrestler. He taught me to be myself and not change my persona just to be someone I'm not."
(Psychotic Goth roars as he removes the object from the forge and places it in a vat of water the steam surrounding him but he is unfazed. He takes the object out and places it in a vice and removes his gloves before continuing to work on the object.)
Psychotic Goth: "Whether it's Hardkore World, SWAT or Wrestle: UK doesn't matter to me Gavin Drake. You see this is my home and I shall always make W: UK my home whether you like it or not it doesn't matter to me. I will always be here and I shall always be here and I shall be in opponents faces whether they like it or not."
(He roars in an ancient dialect as he removes the object and picks up a purple velvet bag and places the object in it before he closes the strings.)
Psychotic Goth: "You call me a legend Gavin Drake, but do you believe that in your jealous little mind to actually believe that. Are you so delusional to believe that because I earned the right for a championship and you never did. So unfortunate that your runner up prize is The High Rollers Club or in your opinion the booby prize."
(Psychotic Goth caresses the purple velvet bag lovingly.)
Psychotic Goth: "Who knows if I do get my championship shot and win. I'll make sure you get the first shot seeing you just love to beat me or at least beat me in your mind. Then again you won't want a championship shot because you don't like to face legends as you refer to me as one of them. Is that what you want Gavin Drake. Do you want a shot if I win the championship or do you want to blow the ultimate opportunity."
(He bellows like a beast as he slings the purple velvet bag over his shoulder.)
Psychotic Goth: "This is a challenge I throw out to you Gavin Drake. If I do win the championship will you want a shot at 'The Dragon of Wrestle: UK' for a third time or do you want to waste your time with The High Rollers Club. I leave that up to you Gavin Drake to answer."
(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "Gavin Drake you called me out and I accepted your challenge. Now we shall see what you really want afterwards and you shall have to live with your choice. You want to spill blood and deliver pain and agony as I shall be doing the same to you or do you want The High Rollers Club instead. The choice is yours but I already made my choice. Thus I have s;poken and thus I shall make my vow come true."
(He leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)
Psychotic Goth: "So Gavin Drake you wish to make our match an Extreme Rules Match just to prove your significance within your Empire. You want to prove yourself as a destroyer of legends all because you hate facing them."
(He laughs demonically.)
Psychotic Goth: "You think that you can just throw out a challenge to me and think I won't accept it. You think I won't accept your challenge and then you can be smug about it thinking I won't be willing to go through with it."
(Psychotic Goth roars in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "You want an Extreme Rules Match Gavin Drake. Tell Mr. Blood that your challenge was accepted and I shall be in the ring staring you in the eyes and you shall see 'The King of the Goths' in his element."
(He pounds on the object harder.)
Psychotic Goth: "Oh you got lucky Gavin Drake since you needed your little buddies to defeat me. Yet can you truly defeat me without your little Empire friends to help you out."
(Psychotic Goth laughs sadistically.)
Psychotic Goth: "Are you jealous Gavin that I received the championship shot and you didn't. So you threw out a challenge at me just to satisfy your inner demons to prove you are better than anyone else."
(He roars in an ancient dialect.)
Psychotic Goth: "While you were in high school beating up helpless kids for their lunch money and impressing Donzig with your training under his watchful eye. I was also beating up those who assaulted my fellow goths and flying into rages until my mentor, The Shootfighter, took me under his wing and trained me to become a professional wrestler. He taught me to be myself and not change my persona just to be someone I'm not."
(Psychotic Goth roars as he removes the object from the forge and places it in a vat of water the steam surrounding him but he is unfazed. He takes the object out and places it in a vice and removes his gloves before continuing to work on the object.)
Psychotic Goth: "Whether it's Hardkore World, SWAT or Wrestle: UK doesn't matter to me Gavin Drake. You see this is my home and I shall always make W: UK my home whether you like it or not it doesn't matter to me. I will always be here and I shall always be here and I shall be in opponents faces whether they like it or not."
(He roars in an ancient dialect as he removes the object and picks up a purple velvet bag and places the object in it before he closes the strings.)
Psychotic Goth: "You call me a legend Gavin Drake, but do you believe that in your jealous little mind to actually believe that. Are you so delusional to believe that because I earned the right for a championship and you never did. So unfortunate that your runner up prize is The High Rollers Club or in your opinion the booby prize."
(Psychotic Goth caresses the purple velvet bag lovingly.)
Psychotic Goth: "Who knows if I do get my championship shot and win. I'll make sure you get the first shot seeing you just love to beat me or at least beat me in your mind. Then again you won't want a championship shot because you don't like to face legends as you refer to me as one of them. Is that what you want Gavin Drake. Do you want a shot if I win the championship or do you want to blow the ultimate opportunity."
(He bellows like a beast as he slings the purple velvet bag over his shoulder.)
Psychotic Goth: "This is a challenge I throw out to you Gavin Drake. If I do win the championship will you want a shot at 'The Dragon of Wrestle: UK' for a third time or do you want to waste your time with The High Rollers Club. I leave that up to you Gavin Drake to answer."
(Psychotic Goth lowers his head and raises his arms before flinging his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks.)
Psychotic Goth: "Gavin Drake you called me out and I accepted your challenge. Now we shall see what you really want afterwards and you shall have to live with your choice. You want to spill blood and deliver pain and agony as I shall be doing the same to you or do you want The High Rollers Club instead. The choice is yours but I already made my choice. Thus I have s;poken and thus I shall make my vow come true."
(He leaves as the scene slowly fades to black.)